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Chapter 860: Epilogue: Cavalry vs. Cavalry! 3

Epilogue: Cavalry vs. Cavalry! (3)

Sharp giant claws, bright giant axes, tall tiger cavalry... the White Tiger Cavalry Regiment is indeed extraordinary, both in terms of jumping ability and explosive power, they are powerful.

Compared with ordinary cavalry, such cavalry is enough to defeat one against five.

Unfortunately, they faced equally powerful cavalry.

The Red Flame Regiment not only has iron-blooded discipline, but also has extraordinary horses that are far superior to other cavalry. Those horses are not ordinary horses, but the product of the combination of wild horses in the northwest wilderness and wind wolves in the snowfields.

These horses are not only taller than the best sweat horses, but also have hard hair on their bodies. They are not only very fast, but also have rough skin and thick flesh. Even the strongest wind in the northwest cannot make them feel cold.

, ordinary bows and arrows cannot penetrate their flesh, not to mention that they are also covered in fine armor with black silver added to them. Such fine armor cannot even pierce through the fighting spirit swords below the fifth level.

With such equipment, what if the white tiger's claws are powerful?!

Facing those ferocious-looking white tigers, the horses were not timid at all, and the cavalry on horseback certainly were not timid at all.

Fighting in the wilderness for many years, these iron-blooded men have killed countless horse thieves. Each of them has experienced countless baptisms of blood and death. Even if the opponent is a powerful tiger cavalry, it is impossible for them to flinch in the slightest.

Like the horses, they were also equipped with the best fine armor. No part of their bodies was exposed. They rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, their sabers slashing through the air, bringing up a swath of light and shadow.

These ten thousand people are not only the Red Flame Regiment, but also the most elite heavy cavalry regiment in the Red Flame Regiment. Among every hundred people, there is one warrior who has exceeded the fourth level.

Accompanied by the sound of gold and stone clashing, the two parties collided heavily.

On the other side, the Demon Cavalry Regiment and the remaining Tiger Cavalry were in the same situation, fighting in a melee.

This is the real war.

There is no gorgeous mysticism, no gorgeous fighting spirit, there is just the collision of strength and strength, and the confrontation between sharp claws and sharp claws.

Close combat with equal numbers requires both strength and courage!

White Tiger's gaze swept across the chaotic cavalry on both sides of the river, and issued the second order, "Send the order to the infantry, cross the river!"

He gave the order, and the White Tiger infantry who had been waiting for orders immediately ran out of the grass in an orderly manner, pushed the boat they had built last night into the river, and quickly rowed towards the other side of the river.

Twenty thousand infantrymen and hundreds of simple boats filed across the river, choosing another crossing point where the river was the narrowest but also the most rapid.

Noticing these cavalrymen, Bai raised his eyebrows slightly on the wall of the camp. He looked past his own clansmen and glanced across the river. He noticed the young man in light blue clothes who had appeared on the opposite bank of the river at an unknown time.

The tips of his eyebrows couldn't help but tighten a little more.

"Yue?!" Chu Tianjiao stood up from his chair worriedly.

"Don't worry!" He Lanji's big hand gently held her shoulders and pushed her back to the chair gently, "He has sense!"

Looking up and meeting his eyes, Chu Tianjiao finally sat back in his chair.

On the river bank, Yue tapped his toes, and the person turned into a ball of water mist, drifting toward the water. A water column rose into the sky from the river, and stopped suddenly less than half an inch from his toes, catching his breath.

He stood on the water column with his hands behind his back, his clothes and hair fluttering in the wind, like a water god.

ps: It’s over on July 21. I saw everyone’s comments. Now let’s write about Xiao Jiaojiao, Xiao Jingji, and our little baby. Xiaobao, what’s your name?!


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